daisy023 | REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION

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REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION | VOICE

[ACTION]

[Once again, SPARTAN-023 walks towards the Battle Dome, trying to see if it had been fixed already. Having been a raining day, yesterday was unbearable for the taller girl in a red jumpsuit, so she tries her luck again... But she stops on her tracks. She could hear something near the village. Her keen ears were able to hear familiar things from the woods.

The Chief Petty Officer walks towards these voices, and presses the voice function of her journal.

She removes the safety lock of her pistol.]

[VOICE]

[There is the low rustling of leaves, sign of someone moving stealthily... and whispers in a language that the wings translate into one deep military voice, and three high-pitched ones.

A lone alien voice yells in panic upon seeing the woman.]

Covenant!

[There are more alien screams of alert upon hearing the growl of the Spartan, before rapid gunshots mute one of the high-pitched voices, making the rest of the voices panic and shoot. The deep voice roars devout threats before it is interrupted by the sound of a broken body, followed by alien gunshots that mute the remaining voices.]

This is SPARTAN-023. I need a sitrep. Now.

((OOC: Set the moment the simulated drones begin to show up, at 12:00pm. Even if in this post Daisy is concerned over the Covenant, you can bring in your own monsters and items! :D))

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Good... uh... throw... what the hell was that?

[Shaking off fiery feathers.]

It was a plasma grenade. A weapon of the Covenant. [She notices a handful of enemies remaining. While calmed, she retains her caution.]

It's easier to kill them when they're together.

With things like that... I would think so.

[She fires a pair of shots.]

I think this zone's clear.

[The Spartan looks at the Phoenix... Puzzled How many plasma shots had he taken over the course of this skirmish?]

You weren't hurt a lot.

I'm a phoenix. [Shakes his foot where the talons had blocked some of the slices.]

That it hurt at all should be impossible. I've fought magma before. [Not bragging when he says that, just statement of fact as can be inferred from the way he says it.] Are you okay?

Magma... [She whispers... It made sense. Especially so with a creature like him.

The Spartan turns to him with the question, then inspects herself for injuries she could've noticed too late. Apart from her breathing, she was unharmed.]

Think I'm ok. I don't like fighting outside my suit.

[She should wear it more often. Moreso with these things happening.]

Understandable. Too bad there's no telling when a shift will happen or not, eh?

All the more reason to wear it. I wasn't wearing it because it needed maintenance.

[...It would need more after this.]

Want to hunt someplace else, sir

Aye. But you should get your suit on first.

[Daisy looks at him, her breathing taking time to return to normal.]

Yeah... Might be a good idea to get there.

[She prepares her weapon. Out of armor, inside the barrier, she is a woman with a lot of strength, but nowhere near what a Spartan is in combat.]

Need a little phoenix help with that?

[She ponders for a moment, then nods.]

I'm starting to feel bad asking for your help. [Before they begin, though...] Just a warning. The moment I get into my armor, you won't be able to lift me. The armor weights three times what I do.

[This lady weights three hundred pounds. Out of armor.]

So... like Joz. [Nods.] Heavy duty armor. Is it as tough as diamonds?

[Switches into phoenix to have her climb on.]

Titanium. Any other material, and nobody would lift it.

[The important thing about the MJOLNIR is not the protection from weapons. But the increased power it gave her.

She holds on to the Phoenix's back, drawing her pistol. The knockback of the alien weapon in her hands would be too strong for her to fire in this position and out of armor.]

Understood. [Spreads his wings and runs slightly before getting a full lift off.]

My brother Joz is diamond, that's why I ask. He's too much for me to carry, but maybe if I got bigger somehow.

Your brother is diamond. [A statement to see if she heard right.] All places have everything...

[The Spartan takes a look of the area, witnessing battle in many places of the village. Many different enemies, all of the ones taken down vanishing. Instances where somebody is hurt... everything turns back to normal aorund him.]

Be careful. Who knows what my room could've turned into.

You're riding a phoenix, can't be that hard to believe, eh?

Ohh... exciting. Almost like being back in the New World. [Flexes and burns a few more blue flames just in case, and gracefully heads to her room.]

You have a point, sir.

[And she became a sylph for a week. Not a wholly bad experience. Not one she'd want to remain as forever, though.]

New world?

[She asks, before she leaps out to--

Why is it a cave now? And why is her armor on top of a pile of gold?]

[Lands behind her, carefully checking in case of monsters.]

It's what they call the second half of the Grand Line in my world. Most of is uncharted, all of it is wild. Kind of like how crazy Luceti is now, but all the time in hyper mode.

So... A jungle. Where even the environments and the laws of physics change when you so much as blink.

[The nearest thing she could compare it to. Especially so with the term "New World" having once referred to the Americas.

Likewise, Daisy checks for enemies. A single rock that falls immediately catches her attention. It may not be unoccupied.]

((OOC: Sorry if this post is extended a lot, I usually try to post hooks in case the other player wants something else.

I wonder if you wish for it to end with a Dragon. Or with anticlimatic enemies.))

Ocean, actually. Each island is like a separate world, with its own weather system and animals or hazards. Lightning rain, invisible cliffs, mysterious disappearances, all just another average day in the New World.

[And snaps his wings up, into fighting mode, just in case.]

[ooc: Oh snap, I don't mind carrying posts on for ages because um I'm such a slow tagger. But prinnies would be AWESOME. Dooood.]

... No offense, sir. But I have enough with this place.

[Then again... Without the Malnosso themselves, those islands could be full of challenges.

She aims her alien weapon at the source. It was almost empty with the firing she had been doing. Her next shots would have to be more careful against whoever was out there.

Whatever was making those sounds was moving closer, revealing themselves as penguins with knives.]

Dood!

[.......

And the Chief suddenly feels this is an insult to her abilities.]

((OOC: Prinnies it is! And we're both slow slow taggers! /high five))

No worries, this place is pretty much relaxing in comparison, eh? [Aside from his father and bff's murderer walking around with the entire city (almost) acting like it's no big thing. Yeah. That gets to him.]

[At the sight of the of prinnies, Marco paused utterly.] What are you guys?

[And he repeats it in avian since they look like birds. Like pirate birds! DUDE!]

In comparison...

[The group of penguins stare at Marco. And at the huge girl.]

We are prinnies, doods.

You are intruders, doods. You have found our super-ultra-secret stash of gold, so we can't let you leave now that you know of our way to be reborn, doods. More prinnies could come over to steal our loot, doods.

No hard feelings, doods.

[.......

The tallest person among them gives the most exhasperated expression.]

I don't have time for this.

[She kicks one of the penguins yards away. Before it explodes.]

They blow up? I cannot think of a single evolutionary advantage to that. Nor the peg legs.

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